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Juliet moans, pinching her own nipples. Her eyes are on the wall across from the bed, and I realize with a surge of arousal it's because the stylists who were here yesterday, fitting me for additional tour wardrobe, left a large mirror there. It's sitting at just the right angle to reflect the two naked bodies entwined amidst a mess of white sheets.
"Do you like watching us, baby girl?" Without waiting for her reply, I pull out and grip her hips to flip her onto her knees. Reentering her in a single deep thrust, our eyes meet in the mirror. I've never seen anything more sexy than my girl on her hands and knees, eyes wide and cheeks flushed, those beautiful thighs spread to make room for me. We both watch as I find my rhythm, her smaller body absorbing the blows of my larger one, her skin pristine against my rough hands, chest hair, and tattoos.
"Look at us," I grunt, punishing her with an extra hard thrust when her eyes flutter shut. She's getting close, I can feel her inner walls fluttering around my cock, and her moans are becoming more broken and desperate. Unfortunately for my girl, I'm not ready for her to cum yet.
Juliet's eyes snap open again, and she lets out a ragged cry of protest when I pull out, stopping her orgasm in its tracks. "Phillip!" I grip her ass cheeks, spreading them wide so I can see her center clenching greedily, desperate for what I've taken away.
I smirk, gripping my shaft to tease her with the head of my cock, pushing in just an inch, then pulling back to circle her entrance and rub over her clit. She's almost shaking with need and so wet we slip easily over each other. In the mirror, her hooded eyes follow my movements with rapt attention. "Phillip, please." she tries to push herself back onto my cock, but my fingers bite into her hip, holding my horny girl at bay.
"What happened to my sweet, innocent virgin?" I coo, drawing my cock past her pussy and settle myself against her impossibly small, puckered entrance. She gasps and tries to pull away as I push forward, just enough for her to feel some pressure. "Relax." I chuckle, spotting the fearful look in her eyes. "We're going to take this nice and slow."
A hysterical little bubble escapes Juliet's lips. "Wait, you actually want to"
"Fuck your ass?" I run my index finger through her slick, wet pussy and use it as lube to push inside her tight ring of muscles. We both hiss and Juliet's thighs tremble against mine. Our eyes meet in the mirror, and my cock grows even harder at the look of fearful desire on her face. She doesn't know what's happening or what her body wants, but she wants me to give it to her anyway. "That's it. Not so bad, is it?" I add a second finger, fucking her slowly while she adjusts to the sensation.
"I- I don't know."
"Your body does." I grip my cock and bring it back to the entrance of her pussy, pushing inside with barely any resistance at all. Fuck, she's so wet. "It gets you all worked up, doesn't it, baby girl? My old man hands on your tight little body?"
Juliet's eyelids flutter, and judging by the flush rising her cheeks, and how her lips have fallen open, she's close. She can still argue with me, though. "You're not old."
"Yes, I am. And I think you like it." My cock pumps steadily in and out of her, and my fingers scissor her ass. "Do you want me to put my cock in here, baby? Fill all your greedy little holes?"
She lets out a hoarse cry and cums as I fuck her through it, hypnotized by the reflection of her beautiful face, lost in the pleasure I gave her. While she's still lost in her post-orgasm haze, I pull out of her pussy and replace my fingers with the head of my cock, easing slowly forward. If I thought her pussy was tight, it has nothing on her ass, and I have to bite back the urge to push her flat and fuck her into the bed.
Juliet quivers beneath me, her breaths coming in heavy pants. "Oh my god, Phillip-"
"Tell me you want it," I grunt, reaching around her body to rub her clit. "Tell me you want my cock in your ass."
She whines in discomfort as I push forward a little more, our eyes meeting in the mirror. "I want it. I want to make you feel good."
"You do, baby girl. So fucking good." I tear my eyes from the sight in the mirror to watch her body accept my straining cock. It's a tight fucking fit, but she doesn't complain. Soon, I'm balls deep inside her, and it feels so fucking good I could explode without moving a muscle. "How does that feel?" I ask, still rubbing her clit.
In answer to my question, Juliet cums. Chuckling, I begin to move, but her tightness doesn't let me get far. Before long, I'm following, painting her insides in spurt after spurt of my cum, my whole body hunching over hers as the pleasure drains out of me.
"God." I can't help but laugh and feel Juliet's body shaking against mine, too as we collapse to the mattress, limbs still tangled. "That was incredible."
"It really was." Juliet turns in my arms, and we kiss slowly, savoring the taste and feel of each other. I'll never get sick of this, of her. Every day she finds a new piece of my heart to win, and it's equal parts terrifying and exhilarating. "We need to get out of bed. We have a flight in two hours."
"Shower with me first." I nip at her collarbone. "You can be my assistant when you have clothes on."
She bites her lip, and I can see the question in her eyes, the one I'm not quite ready to answer.
We're not there yet. The fact is that all those reasons I had for not crossing the line with Juliet haven't disappeared. I'm just too weak to fight them. I'm still too old for her, I'm still a fucking mess who can't even keep his own family together, and she still deserves a hell of a lot better than me. A giant, ticking clock might as well be hanging over my head, counting down the minutes until she finally realizes it and walks away, leaving me a destroyed version of an already flawed man.
"Come on." I roll to the edge of the bed, flipping the switch beside the bed, which controls the automatic blinds, just as my phone on the bedside table rings.
"Sorry to call you now, man. I'm sure you're just getting up." My agent's voice, Harris, comes through the speakerphone when I hit accept.
I'm barely paying attention, too preoccupied with the sight of Juliet walking across my bedroom completely naked. "What's up?"
"Nadia Bellamy's agent has been in touch. They'd love it if you were her date to the movie premiere for that vampire flick she has coming out next week. I think it's a good idea, too. It'd generate buzz for the tour as well."
Though she isn't facing me, Juliet's back has gone stiff. "Uh." I swallow, trying to buy time. Nadia and I had a casual thing for years. She's attractive and apparently thinks I am. We used each other as a convenient release when we were in the same city once every few months. The press saw us together a few times, and fucking ran with it. If the People's Gazette had anything to say about it, we were going to be married any day. It stopped after I got sober, but I still remember Juliet's shuttered expression when she walked into my kitchen and found Nadia sitting at the table wearing one of my t-shirts.
"They need an answer today." Harris continues, "But you should do it. It's a good move for both of you. Maybe we could have Nadia come to a show or two-"
A sour taste fills my mouth. He's right. It would be a good move. Juliet was the one who told me she wanted something casual and hasn't said a word to the contrary. "Yeah, alright. Tell her I'll be there. Send the details to Juliet." I hang up and look over toward my assistant, who is pulling on her panties. "I hope that's okay," I call over, trying to sound casual.
